“I’m fine,” Yolanda smiled, “As long as everyone enjoys the breakfast I made, I’m good.”

With that, she pretended to notice Attlee for the first time, smiling and saying, “Morning, Dad. I’ve cooked up some grub for you and Mom. You haven’t tasted my culinary skills since we got back home.”

Attlee was originally ticked off, thinking his daughter was sleeping in. But seeing her being so dutiful and considerate now, he felt a pang of guilt and shame.

Such a good daughter, so what if she slept in?

He’s been too petty.

through his mood? Raised by a cleaning lady, she’s been through tough times, and her ability to read between

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the breakfast she made on the dining table, untying her apron as she spoke: “I’ve been able to cook since I was five. When

deepened; he hadn’t realized she started learning to cook at such

meat, so I’d cook up different veggies for her. Sometimes I’d give her my share of the meat because I was just a kid; I’d grow whether I ate

ached even more..

cooking and sharing her childhood stories, gave her a thumbs–up on the sly.

“Well done, girl! Look at your father;

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